HUNTED-Chapter 377: Wedding under the Moonlight (5)

Standing to the side of everyone throughout the entire wedding, Davian Cross was dressed to impress in a fitted suit, his raven locks swept back if only for a few stray hairs remained against his forehead. He felt lost and unsure while watching everybody.

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He’d lived many years, most of which he’d spent loathing himself and Cassius, who had been forcing him to do his bidding.

Though there wasn’t much Cass really did ask of him. The point of it was Davian did not have a choice in the matter. Now it was strange that he had that freedom he once lost and watched how the others in the Silver Crescent pack and friends of Aila and Damon chose to spend their time.

It all looked quite marvellous, really. But Davian didn’t have a mate; he didn’t really have friends unless he counted Aila, who was his blood, or Harry, who he spent some time with. In some strange way that pissed him off, Cassius was also his friend. But he was gone now.

What good was an immortal life without someone to spend it with, a lover or friend? Sure, he’d given in to his needs before and slept with many, but it meant nothing to him. He didn’t want that.

Davian knew there was no mate for him. How could the Moon Goddess ever grant him one after all this time? How could she, with all the deeds he’d done?

A cold glass touched his knuckle where his hand rested by his side, pulling Davian’s attention out of his darkening thoughts. He looked at the glass handed to him, accepting it before looking up to see Aldric. They had not interacted much besides giving his condolences to the lycan and making passing comments that both agreed with.

"Looked like you needed something strong," Aldric muttered lamely.

Davian knew it was an attempt to strike up a conversation, and so he could stand with him without being looked at.

Davian chose a secluded spot among the trees where he could watch the merriment without feeling the pressure of others to join in. He didn’t want to join in. From the look on Aldric’s face, he didn’t either. Figures.

The lycan was a stronger man than him. He lost his mate weeks ago, yet here he was at Aila and Damon’s wedding.

"How can you stand to be here?" Davian asked quietly before sipping his drink, his eyes still on the partygoers. He had no qualms with asking awkward questions most wouldn’t ask. He’d lived long enough and didn’t care about asking difficult and embarrassing questions.

Without asking, his curiosity might not be satiated.

Aldric looked down at the bottled beer in his hand. "It doesn’t take much. My world crumbled to pieces. But it isn’t all about me, you see. Rex and Elissa need me. It wasn’t only my world falling to pieces but theirs too.

Together we’ll build it back up, brick by brick, sticky tape and all."

"Shit, man." Davian didn’t expect such an answer from the man. "I didn’t expect-"

"So much shit to come out of my mouth?" Aldric chuckled and sipped from the bottle when Davian grinned at him.

"I was about to say- I didn’t expect such a wise answer. Mostly I thought you might feel uncomfortable and probably fuck off," Davian responded bluntly and truthfully.

Aldric shrugged. "You act like that’s what you wanted, but I can tell.. All you need is a friend. It’s pretty crap being a lone wolf, especially one that never ages."

Davian looked at Aldric sharply and then glanced at their surroundings. Nobody was nearby. Nobody knew who he was, really, either.

Davian thought it was only Aila and, most likely, Damon that knew. "How?" He narrowed his eyes at Aldric. He preferred remaining unknown and irrelevant to anyone’s story.

"Gabriel thought we’d make the best of friends. He’s the one who told me who you were. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone," Aldric shrugged.

Nosy fucking Vampire King.

Davian clinked his glass of whiskey with Aldric’s beer bottle. "Cheers, I suppose."

Aldric smirked. "Cheers."

After a surprisingly comfortable moment of silence, Aldric pointed his bottle at Harry’s directly across from them, who was also leaning against a tree with another she-wolf pressed up against him, flirting and giggling away. "Didn’t fancy getting any then?" His attempt at acting the ’lad’ was quite admirable.

Davian glanced at Aldric and chuckled lightly. "Great attempt.. But no.. I have not had any desires for a lot of things in a long while."

Aldric glanced at him, his brows pinching together before he nodded in acknowledgement, most likely because the lycan felt the same. Davian watched Harry a moment more, locking eyes with the lycan he’d become sort of friendly with.

Harry looked back down at Gina- or was it, Jenny?- Just as Davian looked away, expression bored and uninterested in what he was doing. The poor fella needed to loosen up. Harry was sure Gina/ Jenny could do that for him. But he couldn’t be bothered to chat up another chick.

It wouldn’t take much work, Harry found. Some she-wolves even seemed to throw themselves at him, but he’d already acquired his target for the night. The she-wolf with dyed, dark red hair and light brown eyes with a huge rack was all he needed for the night’s entertainment. A huge rack that she so happened to be pressing purposely against his chest, her finger climbing up his torso.

"So.. I’ve never been with a lycan before.." She purred.

He was sure she hadn’t. He’d only been free a few weeks. Gina or Jenny’s comment annoyed him, but he politely replied anyway. "Well, tonight’s your lucky night." He cupped her face and delved in for a kiss before she could spill out any other words.

She had the figure and looks but not quite the brains to go with it. The entire conversation had involved her giggling away, shaking her hips and breasts from side to side. Sure, it was fricken working at keeping his attention away from her words, but the conversation really hadn’t been going anyway.

Even Gina/Jenny’s flirting had been dry. Her kissing, however, was naughty. The way her tongue moved made him think of where else she could use such tricks. When she pulled back, he noted the flash behind her eyes, and he knew then that the she-wolf knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Harry grinned at her as her hand trailed down to his zip, and her hand slid inside to rub against his hardening length. Man, he really didn’t mind being in a pack. The she-wolves that didn’t have mates were quite wild and horny. He didn’t mind if she gave him a hand right there, but he thought that was the rogue in him and not something others really did.

He should have known, though. They were all wild at heart, and being in nature heightened their senses, including the desire to mate. Gina or Jenny, the fake redhead, started to kiss his neck as she moved aside the material to the boxers, and her skin touched his. Harry leaned his head back, eyes on his surroundings, making sure nobody would interrupt them.

That was when it hit him.

Harry’s hand grabbed the she-wolf’s instantly stopping her actions, and gripped it tightly, his eyes wide, body alert as he inhaled the sweetest fragrance he’d ever smelt. This she-wolf’s touch and scent made him physically sick. What was he doing?

His wolf instantly growled and abruptly ripped through, taking control and pushing off the fake redhead. "Mate!"

The she-wolf was about to complain but heard his wolf’s voice break through, claiming that his mate was nearby. Harry was gobsmacked but took back the reins to his body. He didn’t so much as look in the woman’s direction, let alone apologise, as he zipped up his trouser pockets, eyes searching for the mate that smelt like the sea breeze.

His heart started to pound in his chest as he followed the scent further into the woods and away from the party.